#janus fluff

[janis-takes-requests]

Janis' Pillow Pile

+ Remus has a pile of stuffed animals in his room that he likes to hide in for fun. Most of them are gifts from Janus or Patton from when he was younger. He finds it very comfortable

+ Logan lets Remus recreate horror movie murders on him. While this terrifies the others, Logan doesn't mind at all, he actually uses it to prove to Remus that horror movies are unrealistic.

+ Patton and Janus often bake together in the kitchen, mainly because Janus knows how to cook and Patton, well Patton doesn’t, but he's getting better.

+ Roman insists that he and Virgil practice make up on each other, they also like to throw shade at Janus while they do this. While Patton doesn’t fully approve of this, he is glad to see the two get along and spend time together.

[imma-potatoo]

Hello Hello friends!

This is going to be my first full fanfic which is written for k.c.cosplays_13 on tiktok. If you don't follow them you should. They have amazing sanders sides cosplays and are a really nice person.

*Logan is a dark side in this fic*

A Typical Movie Night

Ships: Loceit

Janus was running back and forth between the couch and the kitchen, stepping over the occasional blood spatter and thrown about crayons.

It was the dark side movie night; aka, the night where they watched horror and documentaries until it's three am or they pass out. After getting into a huge argument with the light sides, Logan refuses to watch anything disney or animated. Not that the others minded, they weren't a huge fan.

Humming a show tune that he could barely remember the name of, Janus slowly cut up a vegetable tray. Making sure that the pieces were even and arranged perfectly on the plate. He picked it up to put it with the rest of the food on their coffee table, only to slip on a crayon.

A huge bang sounded throughout the dark household, veggies were everywhere, a plate was broken and Janus layed on his back. Face mixed between anger, slight pain and annoyance. He groaned and went to stand up only to have a blue side leaning above him with a spreading smile.

"The vegetables are meant to go on the plate Darling, not on the floor," a slight smirk rised on his cheeks -slightly showing off a dimple- as he helped the yellow side up, brushing off a few peas.

Janus let out a massive sigh, twisting his neck so it let out a crack. "I'm not going to kill the other two if they keep making a mess like this," fixing his hat slightly, "I didn't just clean this morning!" Janus couldn't stay irritated, not when he saw Logan with a ear to ear grin and soft chuckles leaving his lips.

Logan was so much happier as a dark side. He still played the role of logic but he was free to be himself. He opened the buttons on his shirt, he left the tie hanging around his neck -instead of having it suffocate him- and he even wore ice blue makeup sometimes. Logan could use little nicknames and still be taken seriously. He didn't even have to worry about his Crofters being taken! Right now though. Logan just had his dress shirt with a few buttons undone and a little bit of blue eyeshadow.

Logan towered over his boyfriend. Grabbing Janus' hand and pulling his body to his chest. Wrapping the right arm around his back and using the left to remove his gloves. Logan raised Janus' hand to his lips and gave them a soft - almost like it wasn't there- kiss. Letting out a soft squeak as Logan dusted his lips across his hand, face flushing beet red. Logan's smirk grew as he saw the flustered side. Lifting up Janus' head, he leaned in towards his lips. Only to swerve and whisper in his ear instead.

"As much as I love staring into your beautiful eyes, you are still covered in broccoli. Go get changed, I'll clean up here." Logan pecked his nose with a kiss before stealing his hat.

"Logan don't give that back!" Janus wanted to keep down that grin but he couldn't keep the smile off.

"Nah, I think I'll keep it. It reminds me of you." winking to the already flustered side "now do get changed"

Huffing slightly Janus left his boyfriend to clean up.

Heading up the stairs and passing a orange door and a green door. Janus headed into the black door with a snake and a brain etched on to the wood.

Walking inside the room, ever changing constellations danced upon the ceiling with twisting galaxies with legions of colours lighting the sky. Blue and yellow roses sat on both sides of a elegant four poster bed. A whole wall was just full of bookshelves and two plush chairs were placed in front of a floor to ceiling window, a small tea set off to the side.

Pulling out a yellow T-Shirt (reading: 'What do you call a snake thats 3.14 Metres long? A PI-THON!') Logan would hate it.....It was perfect. He also pulled a pair of black jeans.

Changing quickly, Janus walked back out of the room, only stopping to adjust the roses in the vase. He walked up to the green door and knocked.

"Remus! The movie isn't almost set up, you don't have five minutes! Remember it isn't your movie first."

He continued to walk down the corridor. Stopping to knock on a bright orange door.

"Augustus, the movie isn't starting in five!"

Janus continued his journey to rejoin his boyfriend, walking down the steps and looking up to see the taller side playing on his phone.

The room was all set up. Fairy lights hung above the couch twinkling as the title screen for "Murder Beach Party" played on the television. The coffee table was covered in food. Nachos sat in the middle with chips and candy by its side. Chocolate covered pretzels (Janus' favourite) was the closest to his seat and a new veggie platter was next to it for Logan. Pillows and blankets were piled high and nearby was a multitude of different electronics and chargers in case Remus got bored.

Janus smiled as he looked at how his boyfriend could now freely wear his smile. Pulling a silly smile of his own he flopped next to Logan and put his chin on top of his phone. Logan looked up and beamed at the yellow side... Before he saw the yellow T-Shirt.

"Bee, you know how much I hate the shirt."

"And honey, you know how much I don't love it."

"Well, who am I to get in the way of your smile?" a smirk was growing on the blue sides face as he tugged Janus closer to him.

"A pretty rude one, considering how you don't cause it most of the time." Janus leaned forward and let out a purr like hiss. Forked tongue peeking through his lips.

This time, it was Logan who turned bright red. Fumbling over his words until he simply gave up and pulled Janus closer to him. Burying his nose in the deceitful sides blond locks. Janus in response, curling up in his lap.

They stayed like that for about half an hour. Then the concern for the two missing sides grew. They were about to leave the comfort of the blanket fort when Janus' phone rung.

Logan passed the ringing phone to his partner and looked in curiosity as he answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Remus, what don't you mean you got arrested again? And Augustus isn't with you too..."

"Remus! This isn't the third time this week you two have gotten arrested."

"Don't you 'JanJan' me"

"I totally care if the body didn't fit in the trash can."

"No, you and Augustus can stay in there for a few days to see if you two can't learn how to properly dispose of a body."

"Well maybe you two shouldn't pay attention when we are teaching you how to do those things."

"No Remus, Logan and I won't come get you tomorrow or the day after."

Pulling the phone away from his ear, the shorter side looked up at the blue side. "He didn't hang up on me..."

The two sides stared into each others eyes before they both started cackling. Tears leaking by the time they could stop.

Logan wrapped his arms around the smaller side, drawing him close before picking up the remote; wiggling the remote back and forth. He smiled and gazed into Janus' eyes

"Want to watch Remus' gore filled movie or find something else, my love?"

Janus tapped his chin in thought, "well, If we do change the film we get to spoil it for Remus, but if don't we might enjoy our date night."

Logan hummed in response, "So, different movie?" chuckling at the excessive nodding of the head. Logan switched it to a different movie.

Hamilton

Logan liked the rapping and clever word play. While Janus liked the songs and the story.

Snuggling in further Janus grabbed his chocolate covered pretzels before leaning up to kiss Logans jaw. "I love you Logan."

Logan ran his fingers through Janus' curls, stroking his fingers over his scales. "I love you too Janus."

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Well, thats a thing.

@mother-snake I did a thing! It has a lot of fluff...

@girl-with-many-fandoms you seem to really like my writing... Have some Loceit fluff!

[crow-feather-quill]

Cookies

Look- okay I know how this looks and I know that it’s one am-ish but sometimes people want to lose themselves in imagining a fluffball of a man giving his children cookies when they had a bad day okay? I do not kin Patton, I simply admire from a distance. Okay? Do you understand why this is occuring? Good, now enjoy the one of, if not, the fluffiest thing I have ever wrote.

Logan- Another day of being ignored until the last second when finally they realized he was in the room. It usually didn’t wear down on him too much but today was different. He admittedly made efforts, even raised his hand but to no avail. At least it was over and he could relax into his room’s bed as Thomas has was in his room in the real world. He vaguely heard a knock on the door but didn’t care to answer. He needed a nap, or maybe coffee.

He woke up 30 minutes later to his alarm to remind him that he did have to update his planner to account for the recent shift in schedule due to today’s meeting outcome. He was about to reach over and silence his alarm when his hand fell on a plate. He glanced over to what appeared to be a dark blue plate with a circuit board patterning and a warm cookie with Crofters Jam filling. he was confused until he noticed the hand-written note in light blue marker. The letter described how, presumably Patton, was grateful that Logan was trying his best and that even though he may not always be heard he’s cared for. A small creeped on to Logan’s face as he put down the note and bit into the warm cookie apparently made with love. 

“Thank you, Patton.”

Roman- Of course, bring removed form the coveted status of hero certainly bruised more than just his pride. At the moment he was at his desk still vigorously writing out his ideas for new TikTok sketches when his eyelids began to feel heavier than his sword and shield after a long battle. He knew he had to earn back his worth but perhaps his beautifully crafted four-poster bed with silk sheets and the fluffiest pillows he could imagine would be a nice change of sitting arrangement. He changed into his comfiest pajamas and slipped under the covers as he vaguely heard a knock at the door but sleep had already claimed him. 

He growled as he was suddenly awake by his sing bird alarm clock and took note of the wonderfully delicious smell coming from his nightstand. What was that smell exactly? Was it white chocolate and red velvet? He gazed around his room to find a plate with his crest circling the edge and a warm cookie that looked as good as it smelled with a hand-written note. Roman lifted the plate gently to read the note from his favorite padre. It talked about how he was perfect no matter what and that even he wasn't hero he certainly Patton’s. The note almost brought a tear to his eye as he took a bite of the soft yet form cookie and let the chocolate melt in his mouth. 

“Thanks, Padre.” 

Virgil- It was not a god day for Virgil. Not only did that lying snake weasel his way into Thomas’s acceptance but also he had the nerve to reveal his name. Not only that but now that Thomas is having an internal war, Virgil has mountains of work, what feels like daily anxiety attacks, and he has to see that scaley horror every day. He would rather figure how to permanently kill a side then deal this much. Today was even worse though because apparently he’s the villain for having eyes and seeing a snake as a liar. Whatever, he just needed a depression nap and his playlist. He almost heard a knock at the door as he let himself drift into world where he could shoe those two sad excuses for sides what he really thought. 

He had no idea what time it was but it was probably late. He woke up as his playlist was on Black Parade and sniffed something sweet in the air. He didn't remember anyone warning him about Patton baking so he began to panic until he saw a plate sitting barely in view behind the Nightmare Before Christmas pillows and Jack the Skeleton plush. He pushed himself over tot the other side of the bed to see what someone had put there. It was a plate with storm clouds all over it and a Panic! at the Disco logo obscured in the center by a dark purple cookie with black sprinkles on it. Underneath was hand-written letter which Virgil carefully pulled out to read. It talked about how Patton understood that right there was a lot going on but that he could always reach out. It detailed that it was okay to not be okay and that it wasn't a burden to help him. Virgil smiled as he grabbed the cookie and bit into it’s soft sweetness.

“Thanks Dad.”

Janus- Today was probably one of the worst days he’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Rivalries were normal and that’s fine but it’s not fine to go that far below the belt. Janus was angry pacing his room trying to talk himself out of murder and failing miserably. It was just too much at the moment. Knives were always pointed vaguely in his direction not right at his throat. It always seemed like physical appearance was the problem here even though they know shapeshifting is an option but it’s also not an option- what do they want out of him?! Eventually he landed on the idea that he may as well just sleep it off and sharpen a knife when he woke up. He crept into bed after changing into something comfy and warm, turned on his heat lamp and descended into sleep as he almost heard a knock. 

He woke up to an unfamiliar sweetness filling the air of his room. It was sugary sweet and rather enticing but for all he knew Remus could’ve gotten bored again and done something dangerous. This time, to his surprise, there was a plate on his nightstand. His glanced over at the scaley pattern along the plate that only stopped at the sunflower in the center. There was a yellow cookie with dark chocolate chips layed intricately on the baked good. He noted a small written letter under it and decided it would be rude not to read the note first. It talked about how the sides were still warming up him and that eventually everything would be normal. The letter also noted that it was brave of him to let down a wall for them and that it is okay to be vulnerable. Janus let a real smile cross his face as he began to enjoy the sugary treasure.

“My thanks, Patton.”

Remus ( yes really ) - It took quite a lot to throw Remus into a full on frustrated rage. Somehow, today managed to do that. He understood he wasn’t the most likeable aise among the seven six of them. Even so, did they really have to pull the evil twin card and the unstable card? It was like playing strip poker in the middle of a blizzard, it’s not fair! He was trying his best just like any other side so why do you appreciate precious little Roman and leave Remus’s corpse for the dogs to eat? In fairness the biting would be kinda nice but that’s besides the point. Maybe a nice long murder fantasy would get him back to something more tolerable. He changed into a crop top and booty short and threw himself in the general direction of the bed before passing out. 

He woke up and immediately fell off the bed which he was barely even on in the first place. What a great way to resume his 24 hours. As he picked himself up he smelled something sweet but also a little bleachy. He looked around before his eyes landed on a plate covered in tentacles with his logo in the center. He sniffed it before noticing the note. He picked it up almost spilling the plate and read the written note. It said all these things about how even though he was a little strange he was still loved. He was still creativity just a different kind and that should be respected. He gave a toothy smile as the note informed his that this dark green cookie was made with expired ingredients, mildly burned, and had bleach for flavor. He nommed on the cookie with delight as the disgusting taste filled mouth.

“Thanks, Daddy~”

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Additional: Patton knew his kiddos pretty well and he knew that today was one of the not-so-good days. He always liked to calm down with a cookie so he may as well treat the others! It took an hour or maybe two to bake all the different cookies and write all the notes. It was certainly nice to see his kiddoes sleep peacefully on or half-on the bed. Knew they would, now he made them all he needed was for them to be happy. He certainly didn’t expect letters back. A small white envelope with Logan written dark blue, a parchment esk envelope with a red wax seal and Roman written in red ink, a mangy ink splattered letter with Virgil written in Tim Burton font, a yellowed envelope with Janus in careful yellow cursive, and a torn and bitten letter with Remus made out of letters from articles and newspapers. Each one talked about how kind the gesture was and how much they each appreciated it, with some more sappy than others. His favorite thing though was they all ended by saying thank you in their own way. It was all a dad could ask for.